When I was six, I remember doing a creative writing assignment in class. I wrote a story about my friends and myself being attacked by a mud monster. It is the only time I have ever taken classwork home and voluntarily finished it in my free time. When I was writing it, I felt like this was something I was good at. It was the first time I’d felt like that at school. And it was something I enjoyed, which was even more rare for me to experience at school. But, most importantly, when I was writing it I felt free. My life since then has pretty much been trying to make a living feeling like that.
So, that’s my job and why I write. What else?
Well, I’m an anthrozoosexual and suffer from depression. I love science but don’t have the smarts for it, I love history and other people terrify me. I believe every individual has the right to self-definition and self-determination and there’s no such thing as a ‘legitimate use of force’. My favourite food is lasagne but pizza is a very close second. I don’t eat meat because I think it’s the act of an intellectually stunted caveman and I don’t drink because it interferes with my meds, is expensive and leads to hang-overs. No, I’m not much fun at parties, or at least not the sort of parties people mean when they say that and that’s fine because I never get invited to those parties anyway. I like Cracked, Fark, memes, terrible puns, gadgets, Bob Dylan and a whole bunch of other things I have bookmarked. My favourite Enterprise is the NX-01, even though I grew up watching TNG.
I’m also a contributing editor for SteamPunk Magazine. I should probably mention that.
I use the blog here to talk through things I’m thinking about, because I can’t think clearly without writing. My assumption is that if I let you on my train of thought, you can get to the destination without having to do the leg work. Sometimes I think about important things, sometimes not.
Also, my nickmane is Foxie. But… no one ever calls me that. Despite how many times I let them beat me up.